Bangla cfnm collection - অধ্যায় ৪

Menu Search Banglafemdom's Blog story of female superiority and domination in bengali Langto swami ( by langto sona ) Barir kajer lok thik kora hochchilo. Amar flat er drawing room e ami, amar wife ipsita ar kajer meye kusum(boyos 18 yrs, roga, lamba, sasthabati) er sange kotha hochche. Amar mone sudhu ektai bhoi jodi bau kotha’ta bole fele. Kajer meye chada cholei jachchilo. Ami office theke fire sob kaj kori ar bou ranna ta kore. Kintu or party ar bondhu der jonnyo seta samle uthte parchilo na. Ekta kajer meye rakha mushkil kichu na, karon ami bhaloi maine pai ek boro office’e kaj kore. Kintu mushkil onno jaigai. Biyer por thekei amar bou amake dominate kore. Rina(amar meye,16 bochor boyos) barite thakle tobu kichu kom thake. Ekhon Rina mamar badite tai aro sashan bedeche. Sedin or bondhuder samne ja holo tate amar matha kata jacchche. Kichu din thekei amar bou ekta party’r kotha bolchilo. Ami bhablam e ar emon ki, kintu pore sab sune bhoi rakta jal hoye gelo. Ota naki langto chele sundari meye party. Ora nijeder husband ke niye giye sab jamakapor khule dei ar chele’der diye sab kaj korai. Sune ami kichutei raji holam na. O tai shune rege gelo ar samasta bondhu der rate bela daklo. Ami chokhe andhakar dekhlam. Bhebechilam o hoyto thatta korche, kintu party te jokhon gopa amar kan e kan e bollo”apni kintu jama kapod chadai aschen porer mangalbar” takhan ami bhebecheka kheye gelam. Erpor thekei dubhog badte shuru korlo. Porer din sakal e ghum theke uthe dekhi ami langto. Char dike khuje dekhi kothai kichu porar nei. Upai nei dekhe langto hoye niche namlam. Matha gorom hoye gechilo. Khub jor kichu bolte giei dekhi drawing room e kara jeno kotha bolche. Kache giye uki mere dekhi amar shali rupa eseche. Oder katha shunbar chesta korlam. Rupa chapa golai bolllo,” etai thik korecho. Koekdin langto thaklei sab mejaj kome jabe. Tobe amake ekbar dekhte debe na?” Ipsita”amar borta khub lajuk. Age kichudin adjust kore nik tarpor sarakhon e langto kore rakhbo. Jokhon khusi dekhe nibi.” Dujone khub haste laglo.”Rina samneo? Emaaaa…” Rupa bollo. Sune amar kan lal hoye gelo. Konorakame rag chepe bathroom e giye gamcha pore nilam. Tar pore Rupa chole jabar par, Ipsita eshe amai dekhe bollo, “ki rag korecho? Tomai na langto hoye darun dekhai. Please, gamcha ta khule dao” Or mishti hasi te bhule ami gamcha khule dilam. Thik tokhoni Rupa’r gola sunte pelam, ” Ema, Langto chele.” Chomke dekhi Ipsitar pechone dariye Rupa hasche ar Ipsita dat diye thot kamde hasche. Ami lajjai duhat diye samne ta adal korlam. Ipsita oka thele ber kore bollo, ” Thik ache ajker moto tui ja. Khub lajja peye geche.” O Ghare dhuke amar kache elo. Amar chokher jal muche ekta kiss kore bollo. “Dekho porer mangalbar partite eto gulo meye tomake langto dekhbe. Tai eta korlam. Oto lajja peo na. Ebhabe thakte thakte obhesh hoye jabe. Ar ha, Rupa ke bolechi o kauke bolbe na. Tobe partite hoyto o koekata bandhobike niye aste pare. Darun bepar hobe, taina. Etogulo meyer samne jakhan tomar pant khubo tokhon ja moja hobe na. Bhabchi Rina ke ebar ta bolbo kina. Oro to jana uchit.” Sesher katha ta shune bishon ghabde gelam. Ipsitar mukh dekhe mone holo hoito ektu doya holo. “Thik ache, oke ete jodabo na. Tobe aj theke barite puro langto. Kemon?” Ami ar ki bolbo, sudhu ektai prosno chilo.”Jodi keu eshe pore,tahole?” “Darja kholbar samay gown pore nebe, ar ha ami jakhan bell bajabo puro langto hoye khulbe.” Erpor kichu na bole o chole gelo. Ami langto obostei mejhe te bose porlam. Eki holo. Ami eto boro officer kina seshe barite langto hoye thakbo. Tabe ektai subidhe je amader flat ta onno bari theke dekha jain na, sudhu balcony theke Mrs. chatterjee’r flat ta samne. Rina ar kajer meye Kusum amake langto obostha’e dekhbe vebe, kapal theke gham beriye gelo. Takhani mone porlo Rupa samne ektu agei to amar ijjat gelo. Tao amar nunku ta choto hoye chilo, bhalo kore dekhte paini. Ebar theke amake bou amake langto kore rakhle to advantage nebei. Is or samne mukh dekhabo kemon kore. O amake dada bole dake, kintu er por langto thakle ki ar patta debe. Tokhon to langto hoye sara bari ghurte hobe. Or samne nunku khada hobei, tahole to jetuku adal setuku o thakbe na. Ami thik korlam langto thakleo kichutei uttejito hobo na. Ontoto nunku ta gutiye thakleo kichuta kom langto lagbe. Ar nunku charpashe ghana chul, tate jatatuku manrakkha hoi. Ami hoyto prothom jamaibabu je sali’r samne ekdom nangto hoye thakte baddho. Samne aynate chokh porte langto obostha’y nijeke dekhte pelam. Dekhi already nunku ta khada hoye jhulche. Mone holo jeno peyaz’er moto sab samman eke eke keo chariye niche, amar ga theke. Amar chokhe jal ese gelo. “Ki Holo, tokhon theke bose acho. Tumi langto thakbe bole ki, amar jama kapod kacha bando thakbe. Ei obosthay giye sab kaj koro.” Bou dekhi du hat bhaj kore helan die dariye ache, ar kathata bole jibh kete muchki hasche. Kichudin agei promotion peye oke je saree’ta diechi, setai pore ache. Emon bhabe pora je bishes kichui dekha jache na. Amar kemon jeno aro langto laglo nijeke. Bou holeo amar theke o 5-6 bochor choto. “Please, amake kichu porte dao,” ami bollam, “tumi ki amake ektu bhalobasho na” prai kede phellam ami. “Thik ache, edike eso” bou’er kathai uthe kache gelam. Dadatei mone holo, nunku jeno haoa’e dulche. Bujhte parlam, nunku khara holeo, pant pari bole bujhte pari na. Ekhon kichu nei bole, beshi laphache. Mone pore gelo meyera bra keno pore seta’o jeno eki karon’er jonno sunechilam. Amar mukhta aynar dike ghuriye diye bollo,”Dekho to ki sundar lagche tomai. Bacha’der moto.” Bole achol diye amar nunku ta’r opor halka kore buliye diye bollo.”Dekho eita to ar private noi. Aj ami ar Bon dekheche. kalke aro koekjon meye dekhbe. Tumi langto thakle to gorom thekeo aram. Nunku tao free thakbe, ar ami vabchi ekta jhunjhuni ba kichu lagiye debo. Tumi ghure bedale bes awaz hobe. Badite ekta langto chele ghurche bole bojha jabe. Internet’e dekhlam, cheleder nangto kore rakhle naki nunku te blood circulation’o bhalo hoi. Dekho, ota kirokom lamba hoye geche. Jeno khil khil kore hasche. Bolche, ei badite amar mukti sabar kache. Ami ebhabei tomake dekhte chai, ar eta emon kichu kothin noi. Keu to jante parche na. Onno flat theke kichu dekha jai na. Koekdin pare bhulei jabe je kokhono jamakapod porte. Bor to sab meyeri hoi, langto officer bor ar kota meye pai.” “Kintu Mrs. Chatterji ar onar meye Sharmistha to sab dekhe phelbe. Sharmistha ke ami parai, protyek rabibar. Or samne ami….” bole amar gala buje elo. “Sharmistha ele gown pore nio ar dekho parti’te to or boyosi meyerao thakte pare. Ekta rehearsal hoye gele, bhaloi to hobe.” Bou mishti kore heshe uthlo. Shune amar pa kapte laglo. Bou ador kore amake jodiye dhorlo. Or molayam kapod ar ami puro langto. Oke ektu ador korbo, bole kapod’e tan martei o dure sore giye bollo, “ekdom na, langto tumi thakbe, ami na. Ekhon theke kapod para meye dekhte practise koro. Parti’te tahole oita santo thakbe.” bole amar nunku’r dike ishara korlo.”Partite meyera sab salwar kameez pore asbe, karon saree te pet ar pith beriye thakei. Ar “meyeder samne chelera ulango” ei feelings ta anar janno saree bemanan. Tai bujhtei parcho….” Opomane amar sharir lal hoye uthlo. Ami kichu bolar agei bollo, “Ar sono kal Kusum ke ekbar dekechi, mase koto nebe ektu dar korte hobe. Besi kaj to tumi ulango hoyei korbe. Ta jadi o besi cheye boshe, tahole amader ei bepar ta bolbo. Tumi langto hoye thakle o ektu enjoy korbe ar maine’ hoito ektu kam korte pare. Ami bollei gown khule puro langto hoye or samne dadabe bujhle. Tomar langto thaka’ta boro bepar noi kintu kajer lok paoa onek important.” Takhani Phone beje uthlo. Bou dhortei bujhte parlam or party’r kono bondhu. Ami kan pete oder katha sunte laglam. “Are ha. Oke orokom’e rekhechi. Prothom to tai lajja’ta jaini. Ei samai tui dekhe ja. Bes, taja ache. Sabe, ijjat geche to….” bole khil khil kore heshe uthlo.Opar thekeo hasir awaz pelam. Amar matha kaj korchilo na. “Ha, bon’o dekheche. Tui’o try kor. Dorkar porle borke niye tor badite ekta demo diye debo. Tor meyeke ektu sariye dis…..Ki bolli…..Meyer samnei,” bole hi hi kore heshe uthlo. “Ema, tor meye samnei bose ache. sab bujhe geche, monehoi. Ektu dibi naki kakur sange katha bolbe…..” bole hashi ar thame na. E ki holo, ami bhabchilam. Dekhi bau phone niei amar dike ghure matha theke pa, ekbar chokh buliye bollo, “Thiki bolechis. Sabe adal ta geche to. Oi gaiga gulo ektu dark hoye ache, ektu sumona ke parle pathiye dis. Sunechilam, o beautician course korche, bolbi bhalo kaj ache. Bhalo kore korle, ekta exclusive party ticket’o pabe.” Ektu hasashasir por bollo,”Hmm, tui oder kor ar ami Mrs. Chatterjee ke invitation ta die ashi. Uni opposite flat’e to, tai ektu osubidhe. Parti’r age dekhe na phele. Bikele janla dorjar jonno cutain kinte jabo…..ha, ligh kinbo jate puro dekha na geleo bojha jabe bor langto. ……Grand finale, te package open korbo…..” Ami sunchi ar rage amar ga jale jache. Sunlam ebar ektu serious hoye bolche”…parbe na mane. Partei habe. Asole dekh, nangto korlei to holo na, training’o dite habe. Na hole eto gulo meyer samne langto hoye pressure na nite parle amar samman jabe. Emon training debo je 100 ta meyer samne langto thakleo jeno nijeke controll’e rakhte pare. Ektu bhul hoye gelo. Kichudin agei nangto kore dile bhalo hoto. Hate time eto kom. Amar samnei lajja kateni, ar etogulo meyer samne…. Tui’o majhe majhe chole ai. Eka hate koto samlabo. Dorkar hole meyer samneo…..Ha, ekhon keo ele gown pore thakche, thik korini? ektu kichu pore thakle langto korar moja ta thakbe” “ki bolli current condition?….ummm,dadiye ache” bole haste haste phone ta amar dike egiye bollo”katha bolo”. Amar heart er dhukpuk bere gelo. Kono rokome phone ta niye kichu bolar agei sunlam, odike Gopa gaiche, ” Ye kya hua, kaise hua, sabke age nanga hua….”tarpor hasite fete porlo. “Bhoi paben na, dada. Meye onno ghore. Tobe ekta katha, loke deuliya hole sab harai, apni to sab thaktei sab haralen. Dekhben, oi jaiga ta kintu ar private noi, tai ekdom hat deoa noi, kemon? Mongolbar subho unmochon habe, tar age jotota abagunthan ache….” Amar ebar bishon bhoi korte laglo. Antata, meyer boyshi, meyeder kache samman rakhte habe. Kono rakame bollam “hmmm.” “Apni amader chokhe jemon chilen temon’i thakben. Sudhu puropuri langto thakben. Amader gram’e 10-12 bochorer chele gulo langto thakto dekhechi. Oi jaygai apnake bhabchi, ar gaye kata diye uthche. Dekhi, er majhe ekbar apnake chakkush dekhe asbo. Janen to, amake abar party ta organize korte hoche. Apnar moton to ar langto thekle amar cholbe na.” Haste thaklo gopa, opomane ami matite mishe jachi.” Ki rag holo naki cheler? Ekhon’i ei. Erpor to apnar baditei apnar pant tene namiye debo.Tokhon? Osab privacy amader jonno, bujhlen mashai. ” Tarpor ektu naram kore bollo, ” Koekdin pare jachi apnar bari. Ei kota din adal ta enjoy karun. Tarpor…..” bole phone kete dilo. Rage, opomane amar ga jale jachche. Ami sundari bou’er samne langto hoye dadiye, ar bou ar or bondhu amar nunku niye khullam khulla discussion korche. Kintu ektu pare ekta upalabdhi holo. Ekta langto chele er besi ar ki expect korte pare. Amar chokh jale bhore gelo. Bou mone hoi dekhte peyechilo. “Edike eso” sunte peye oi obosthay bou’er samne giye dadalam. “Chokh bondo koro” bole o amar mukh ta du hate dhore or buker opor namiye anlo. Or cleavage theke opurba ekta sugandho pelam. Ami jantam o oi jaigatai ekta special scent dai. Samasta rag dukkha opoman, bhule gelam. Ekta sargasukh holo. Mone holo etai jadi niyati hoi tahole mene neoai bhalo. Ar bou to boleche je baccha meyeder samne langto korbe na. Khub ichche holo chokh khule ekbar bou’er stan ta dekhi, kintu ami oke osomman korte chaina. “Eto bhitu keno tumi. Choto belai to langtoi thakte, abar langto hoye thakbe. Eto depressed thakle kintu amake onno upay bhabte habe.” Bou amar mukhta tule dilo. “Ar sono Gopa bolchilo nunku tar opor ektu makhan lagiye rakhte, tahole skin ta narom thakbe. Majhe majhe rannaghar e giye makhan lagiye asbe, kemon. Ar ha, kono rokom bhabei masterbation korbe na. Ami chai nunku khada thakuk sabsamai, kintu ekdom ras berobe na. Ete meyera sammanito bodh korbe. Gutiye thakleo bhalo. Ar sono Sumona to aschei, oke diye nunku ta bhalo kore make-up kore debo. Ami jakhan or sange katha bolbo, tumi langto hoye chup kore dariye thakbe. Nunku niye ekta kathao bolbe na. Nunku ta ektu presentable korte habe. Bhabchi tomar goph ta niye ki korbo?” Ami abak hoye or katha sunchilam. Amar nijer bou ebhabe katha bolche. Tobe ar ashanti kore labh nei. Jama kapod to fire paoa jabei na, ekhon keu ele je gown porte parchi setao jabe. Or sesher kothata sune ektu ghabre gelam. Goph to pourusher chinho. Je lok badite langto hoye ghure bedai, take ar goph manai na. “Na goph ta thak, bes handsome lagche. Mone hoche, jeno ki ekta missing.” Bou bollo. Balai bahullo, sei jinis ta je jama kapod seta ar na bolleo chole. Goph joda thakle amake niye partite aro thatta tamasha habe vebe aro bhoi peye gelam. “Please, goph ta kat’te…” Hotat calling bell beje uthlo. “Bodhoi Sumona esche. Jao, langto hoyei darja ta kholo.” Bou’er kothai ami bishon ghabre giye or paye porlam. “Thik ache, gown ta pore niye kholo. Kintu, bokami korcho. Ektu pore to sai ulango hotei habe.” Ami uthe kono rakame gown chapiye, Dorjate chokh rakhlam. Dekhi kajer meye esche. “Dadababu, eto deri kore darja kholo naki. Amader ki kaj nei.” Bole kichu na sunei, prai dhakka mere bhetore dhuke gelo. Ami bhablam du-char kotha sunie debo. Kintu mone holo ei meyetar’ samnei hoyto langto thakte habe, tai ragiye labh nei. Nijer baditei erokom ekdin obostha hobe, ke vebechilo. Ekta dirghosash beriye elo. Hall e eshe dekhi, Meyeta sophai boshe bou’er sange kotha bolche. Mone holo amar theke jeno or besi chole ei barite. “Suncho, kusum to bes dor hakache. Eto taka dite parbo na. Tumi tahole….” Bouer katha sesh hawar agei, Kusum amar dike phire bollo, ” Acha babu apni rojgar koren. Apni’e bolun, kirokom vabe jinis er dam badche. Ami 1,000 taka to kam e bolechi.” Ektu khocha chilo kothata’te. Bou’er mukh ta dekhlam gambhir hoye gelo. Jetuku asha chilo manage korar setao gelo. ” Tumi ektu oghore jao to. Ami or sange ektu katha bole ni.” Ami sunei bujhlam arekta meye’r samneo amar samman gelo. ” Please, sono amar mone hoi….” amake thamiye bou bollo “Ami bar bar repeat korbo na. Get inside. ” Ami mukh nichu kore bhetore dhuke gelam. Ar asha nei. Gown ta khule langto hoye ready holam. Oghore ektu parei Kusum er Ho Ho kore hashir awaz sunte pelam. Ei bhabe ektu parei dak porbe or samne beronor jonno. Mone mone vablam, emon din’o o kopale chilo. Kajer loker samne langto hoye ghurte habe. Meyeta emnitei kom boyosi, Rina’r theke ektu boro ar sundari. Kushoyechilo, ar ei du dine sabar samnei langto hote habe monehoi. “Eghore esho” bou dak dilo. Ami vablam langto jabo na gown pore kichu to bollo na. Ami bolte gelam,”Langto hoye?” kintu nijeke samle nilam. Ete aro besi hasahasi hobe. Tar cheye na jigesh kore jawai bhalo. Esob vabar samai mone chilo na. Takiye dekhi nunku ta shakta lomba hoye geche. Puro glans ta beriye poreche. Alote reflection hoche. Chi, chi evabe karo samne jawa jai. Hotat ekta jharer moton holo, parda thele bou bhetor’e dhuklo. “Oma, ekebare langto hoye ready acho dekhchi. Kintu nunku ta eto boro keno. Satti, tomake niye ar para jabe na. Thik ache, ajke or samne ar langto korbo na. Oke kal theke aste bolchi. O boleche, tumi langto hoye thakle kono taka nebe na. Ki exciting bepar na, free te kajer lok vaba jai. Ki bollo jano, Didi apni eto mahan kaj korchen ar ami eituku kaj kore taka nebo? Purush manushke je meye ei vabe langto rakhte pare, seto ar pachta meyer moto noi. Tobe o sarta dieche, je ekdom kapod para jabe na. Tomake langto dekhlei or taka usul hoye jabe. Gaye jeno ekta suto parjanta na thake. Bhaloi holo bolo! Party te or moton boyoshi meye’ra thakbe. Or samne tumi free hoye gele, ar lajja pabe na. Or ekta 2 bochorer choto bon’o ache. Niye asbe bolchilo. Tobe ami raji hoini. Ektu rekhe rekhe sabai’ke dekhano bhalo. Taka nebe na bole ki matha kine nieche? Jata take to ar nangto bor dekhano jai na. Nehat o kajer meye, nahole ektu qualified na hole ei sab bepar’gulo thik enjoy kora jai na.” bole thot kamde ekbar amar matha theke pa puro’ta dekhe nilo. “Tahole officer babu, langto hoye berote ready to?” “Sono, ami ar parchi na. Ebhave sabar samne….” Amar kotha atke gelo. O khap kare amar sakta nunku ta dhore bollo, “Onek natok korecho. Chalo to, ekhoni sab dekhiye debo Kusum ke. Oghore ekhono o bose ache. Ekdin deri kore labh nei. Er ekta faisla hawa dorkar. ” Or sorire je eto sakti ke janto. Chokher nimeshe nunku dhore tante tante pasher ghore niye gelo. Ami lajja’te chokh bondho kore phellam. Kintu eki, anekhan poreo karo awaz pelam na dekhe chokh khule dekhi, ghare bou chara keo nei. “Kemon dilam, Of tumi ekta kando korle bote. Kusum chole geche. Kal sakal theke asbe. Tobe ebar bojha gelo, loker samne langto hoye berote kemon lage?” bole haste laglo . Ami mone mone haf chede bachlam. Oi kota minute, chokh bondo kore je kibave katchilo seta jara kokhono meyeder samne langto thekecho, tarai bujhbe. Ekbar kono achena meyer samne langto hole ar sara jibon shirt pant porleo tumi tar kache langtoi thakbe. Mone holo jeno chardik shanta hoye geche, ekta jhar othar age. Ja kichu niye garba chilo meyeder samne jale gelo. Mahabharat’e Draupadi’r jemon bastraharan hoyechilo amar’o jeno eki obostha holo. Ipsita dekhi sofate boshe payer opor pa tule muchki muchki hasche. Hotat amar mone holo, Kusum jawar somoi darja’ta to bondho koreni. Je kono muhurte keu chole aste pare. Mone hotei ami langto obosthatei daud lagalam. Pechon theke sunlam bou jore heshe uthlo. Giye dekhi dorja’ta puro khola. Ami ebar chintai porlam, dorja’ta odike flat gulo theke dekha jai. Evabe ulango hoye gele keo na keo dekhe phelbei. Dekhi ekta gamcha, jhulche dewale. Bacha gelo, vebe jei ota nite gelam, sunlam Bou dakche, “Amake gamcha ta dao to bishon gorom lagche.” Ami chat kore gamcha pore darja diye abar gamcha khule bou’er kache elam. “Hmm. Gamchata dite deri holo keno? Dorjata kintu langto hoyei khulte hote pare erokom cholle.” Ami bolte gelam, “Dekho, gown to chilo na, ar tumi to bolechile….” O hat tule amake thamiye bollo, “Ekhon theke instruction ta situation to sitation change korbe. Jekono eventuality’r jonno langto thakte hote pare. Party’te reception’e tomake hoito langto hoye sobaike welcome korte habe. Tai besi intelligence na dekhiye nangto hobe ebar theke. ” Bou’er katha shune amar nunku ta ei prothom mone holo choto hoye gelo. Reception e dadiye etogulo sundori meye’ke langto hoye receive korte habe? Ar sabai to darun sab dress pore asbe. Tader majhkhane ami ekdom bachcha cheleder moto nangto dadiye thakbo? aar receive kora mane to hasimukhe seta korte hobe. Sei somoi meyegulo jodi amar…ar bhabte parlam na, mathata tole gelo. “Eto vebe ki korbe? Ei je amar samne je obosthai acho, tate lajja korche seto bujhtei parchi kintu evabe to maniye niecho. Ami tomar theke onek choto, tahole arekta choto meyer samne langto hoye lajja paoar to kono jukti nei. Eta thik je ekdom achena meye’r samne jachcho, temni eta dekho, nunku to tomar ektai. Ar ek jinis to ekbari revealed hoi. Bar bar to ar tomake “langto” in the sense hote habe na. Ekbar langto howa ar sarajibon langto thaka eki bepar.” Eirokom katha sune aro lajja korte laglo. Erpor rasta ghate jokhon party’r karo’r sange dekha habe, takhan ami ar officer noi, emon keu jar samasta gopon jaiga se dekhe pheleche. “Achcha sono, aj theke one week, office theke chuti nao. Tomake toiri korte samai lagbe. Office’r jono pant porle party’te abar lajja vabta katbe na. Ami chai na tumi ei kodin langto haoa chara ar kichu niye thako. Ar ekta kotha, Kusum ke bolte bhule gechi meye badite thakle to tumi gown pore thakbe, tahole to or sange amar kathar khelap hoye jabe. Dekho, amar mone hoi party’r kotha vebe tumi meye’r samneo jama kapod poro na. Karon 10-12 bochor’er meyerao party’te thakte pare. Nijeri meyer samnei bou langto kore rekhechilo, ei katha’ta mathai thakle ar lajja korbe na. Tobe ei beparta’te tomake pressurize korbo na. ” “Rina’r samne ami langto thakbo na” ei dudine ei prothom mone hoi ekta katha bollam. Tobe sune kemon, ekta laglo, nijer meyer samneo jama kapod porar adhikar’tao jeno amar ar nei. “Ok. Gown er niche kintu kichu parbe na.” Bole ekta magazine niye porte laglo. “Kusum ele ki gown pore darja khulbo?” amar bhabna chinta jeno guliye jache. “Tomar choice tobe amar mone hoi langto hoye kholatai better nahole abar ekta scene create hobe ar O jodi bole je boudi ami dada ke langto kori, tahole or hat diei, tomake langto korbo. Hazar hok, meyeta kono taka niche na. Ektu jodi langto korte chai, tahole ar na bola jai na.” Ipsita bole abar magazine porte suru korlo. Ektu pare mukh na tulei bollo, “ranna ghar e giye makhan er jar ta niye eso.” Ami langto hoye rannaghar er dike hata lagalam. Odike abar Mrs. chatterji’r dorja janla khola, jodio ghar gulo ondhokar. Bhoi korchilo, oi ghar theke keo nazar rakhche na to. Ami makhan ta niye bou’er samne table’er opor rekhe pechone hat diye dadiye thaklam. Ipsita dhakna khule ek angule makhan tule abar boi porte laglo. Ami bujhte pere angul’tar kache, nunku ta nie gelam. O mukh na tulei amar purushango tar opor halka kore makhan lagate thaklo. Or choa’te nunku ta sange sange lamba hoye gelo. Sundar kapode susajita ekta meye tar husband ke lengto kore sabcheye gopon jeigai makhan lagiye rakche, jate seta presentable kora jai. Vebe amar mon ta hahakar kore uthlo. O monehoi kichu ter pelo na, sudhu angul diye nunku te dubar toka dilo ar ishara korlo jar er dike. Ami or angul ta niye makhan er jar e dhukiye makhan tule abar nunku’r opor niye elam. Tao to onno keo dekhche na, kintu kal theke onekta samai kusum thakbe. Or samne…. “Thik ache. Ebar jar ta rekhe eso ar drawer’e skipping robe ta ache. Amar samne ektu skip koro to. Etar opor ekta game kora hobe hoito. Gopa bolchilo.” Ipsita’r kothay ektu jeno tamasha’r abhas pelam. “Ami ki sudhu ekta nunku naki tomar kache…..” bou khop kore makhan makhano nunku dhore bollo “Parti’r meyegulo kache tumi ekta nunku ar baki’ta ekta support-system chara ar kichu noi. Amar kache tumi husband, tai ota charao sab part’e nozor dite hoche. In future, esob emotional kotha bolbe na, karon ekta langta lok niye ghar kora is not easy.” Mukher opor ei kotha sune, amar matha het hoye gelo. “Ekta jinis miss kore gechi. Ektu ghure darao to.” Ipsita kothai ektu obak hoye ghure dariye jeta bhujte parlam tate lajja’e puro sorir lal hoye gelo. O amar pacha phak kore ….. “Ei jaigata hoito keo keo dekhte chaita pare. Bola jai na. Sudhu nunku niye pore thakle to cholbe na. Thik ache, dekhi ki kora jai. Jao, skipping shuru koro.” Ami opomane’r chote ar norte parchilam na. Hotat pechon dikta jale uthlo. Dekhlam magazine ta dure giye porlo. “Ota ene, skipping suru koro. Right now.” Ami bhoi peye magazine niye or samne rekhe, skipping rope ber korlam. Seshbar’er jonno or dike ekbar dekhlam, jodi eto’ta opomaner hat theke bacha jai. Kintu na, or chokhe sudhui hasi. Dutin bar kortei Ipsita khil- khil kore heshe uthlo. Amar nunku ta emon vabe laphache je kono meye dekhle hese phelbei. Bou’er samne kortei lajjate amar duchokh jal’e vore gelo. Ipsita kintu ek mone amar nunku nach dekhe jache. Amar mone porlo o bolechilo oi jaiga’ta te jhunjhuni ba ekta kichu lagabe. Tahole to… kotokhon korchi mone nei, sudhu amar mone uthal pathal hoche. Eto laphalaphir jonno, nunku muscle ta betha korche. Ipsita amake langto kore moja pache, ar ami nijer baritei aj nangto hoye ghure berachi. Hotat phone’e porpor koekta sms elo, o amake ishara korlo, thamar jonno. Ami ektu rest nite bose porlam matite. Dekhlam o sms ta porche, ar mukh ta khusite vore geche. Amake ishara kore sofai uthte bollo. Nischoi bhalo kichu khobor. Ami sofa’te bostei kirokom jeno laglo. langto hoye kokhono ebave boshini to, ar pase eto sundar saree pora amar bou. Or achal ta hawa’te ude amar nunku’r opor porlo. Darun ekta anubhuti. O amar dike fire ektu hese bollo, “Jano, ekhuni Gopa’r message pelam. O party co-ordinator to sab fix korche. O bollo, ar kono meye naki husband niye aste parbe na. Mane keu obviously bor ke langto korte pareni. Mane jeta darache, je tumi ekai thakbe langto hoye.” Sune amar heartbeat kichukhon’er jonno stop hoye gelo. O belo chollo,” Amar je ki anando hoche! Tumi amar man rekhecho. Ar tar jonno…” bole mukh’ta amar nunku’r opor namiye anlo. Tarpor nunku’tar opor ekta choto kiss korlo. Ami jeno hawa’te bhaschi. Ektu parei por por message aste suru korlo. O amar dike phone ta barie dilo, sms gulo porchi ar mukh lal hoye jache, Nipa: “congratz, for keeping your husband naked. Please, keep his cr***h unshaved. It’s better that way” Priyanka: “You are a revolution ahead. Bring your husband to our place, naked ofcourse. ” Monica: ” Amar bacha meye’tar janna aj nappy kinte gechilam. Mone porlo, dada to etuku’o porte parche na. Congratz.” Riya: “Meyeta to ekhono baritei nei tai na? Or samneo ki….. plz janas. Feeling excited.” Gopa: “Ekta class 10er meye ache. Porte chai. Borke jigesh kor. Or ma bolche, badite giye porate habe. Langto thakle besi maine. Reply quickly.” Arpita:”Amar choto meyeta’ke niye jabo. Boro’tar office jete parbe na. Hare, tor bor to langto thakbe. Amar meye ki bole dakbe? Langtokaku na langto’da na sudhu nangto. Plz jana.” Sucheta: “Ipsita’di darun korecho. Dadar ekta chobi(nangto) amar mail-id te pathao. Plz. Mangalbar ja jambe na. Acha onar janno ekta socks kinechi. niye jabo? Asol jinis to kholai thakbe. Reply.” Srimoyi: “Tor barke amar bari’te plz ekdin niye ai. Amar dui meye sabe adult holo. Ar biology niye porche to, ami oder parai. Tor bar’er to nunku intact, tai na, mane circumcised noi. Tor borke diye ektu male anatomy ta dekhiye debo. Anekdin dekha hoini, anek golpo hobe, ar tor bor er sange’o meyera ektu alap korbe. Tobe, amar meyera kintu bolche, kaku’ke langtu kore ante habe. Dekh na try kore. Langto bor’er to ar matamat noar darkar nei.” Lipika: “Amar borta kono kaj kore na. Amar takai sansar chole. Ajke khub mezaz dekhachilo. Tor katha boltei chupse geche. Bhalo chele hoye geche. Bhabchi, jama kapod ki khule nebo na thakbe. Tui ki bolis?” Sagarika: “Amar office’e koekta chele probation e join koreche. Bhabchi langto kore kaj korabo. Meyeder’i office oi kojon bad diye. Ekdin ay office’e. Tor nijer hatei langto korbi. Tui aj amader gorbo.” Tina:”Barir bariola, bishon jhamela korche, flat charar jonno. Bhabchi, malkin ke proposal debo, bor jodi langto hoye onar ghar e kichu kaj kore dey, tahole hoito thakte debe. Bravo.” Emily: “Aunty, can I bring my friends to the party. Please. We have never seen such a big guy, roaming naked among the girls. One question, will your guy be shaved or not. I assume it’s not his choice anymore. Atleast, keep him trimmed.” Ayesha’di: “Amar girls school e tor borke ekdin niye ai. Ekbar langto kore sabkata class’e ghuriye debo. Party’r jonno ekdom ready hoye jabe. Tobe hoito permission nite habe. Nahole, morning e assembly’r somoi pach minute’r jonno nangto kore present korte pari. Reply quick.” Rima: “Janis cheleta college’e bhorti hoye khub bar berechilo. Kal rat’e dekhi laptop e playboy er video dekche. Kotodur aspordha, meyeder langto video dekche!!!!Ajke tor khobor shonar por, oke sabar samne(mane ami ar meye, cheler choto bon) langto kore diyechi. Oma, chele ekdom changed. Darun bepar. Mukh nichu kore bon ar mayer samne langto hoye ghure bedache. Langto meye dekhte giye nijei langto hoye ghurche bon samne. Tor jonnoi ei jor ta pelam. Borke bolini, tabe oke niye chinta nei. Besi bolle, okeo eki obostha korbo.Chaliye ja. Ekdin borta’ke nie ai. weekend’e ele ami ar meye dujonei bari thakbo.” Porte porte kokhon jeno nunku ta boro hoye gechilo. Mukh tule dekhi, bou achol diye ota’ke ador korche. Bujhte parlam, amar sange onek gulo chele’r ajke samman gelo. Era hoito keu baba, keu bhai, keu dada ba sir, tobe aj theke era sabai sudhui langto chele. Ar kichui noi. Porer din sakal bela ghum theke uthe bes halka lagchilo. Uthe mukh dhuye, ektu push-up kore fresh hoye mone holo ajker din’ta ektu onno rakam lagche keno. Chul achdabar jonno aynar samne ese ekta shock laglo. Eki, ami to puro langto. Bou’er training e saradin langto theke ar mone nei je eto dami ekta jinis jibon theke bad pore geche. Chokhe jal ese gelo. Mone holo jeno puro prithibi’ta jeno amake dekhe hasche. Aj to abar independence day. Je din sabai nijer desh niye gorbo kore, sei din kina ami…. Ei deshe naki goru ar meyemanush eki class’e bola hoto. Sekhane ami kina ekjon bangalalana’r hate langto? Mon’e mon’e bollom er against e bidroho korte habe. Onek hoyeche, ar na. Bou bolechilo nunku te hat na dite. Ami ebar mon sakta kore, dan hat diye nunku ta dhorlam. Mone holo nunku ta jeno kadche,” Tumi shara jibon amake sab samai lukiye rakhle, eto ador korle, ar aj kina amake sabar samne khola obosthai ghurte hoche.” Ami nunku ta ke ektu hat buliye bollam, ” Ar tomake karor samne beijjot korbo na.” Ebar gharer charpashe chokh bolalam, kintu eki, porar moto kichui to nei. Amar meyer jamakapod, bou’er dami sari jhulche kintu amar jama, pant emonki ekta underwear obdi nei. Ekta gamcha dekhlam dure, kintu ota emon jaigai, je Mrs. chatterjee’r flat er janla theke sab dekha jai. Ami kache giye ektu uki mere dekhlam, Sharmistha janla diye dure’r ekta badi’r dike cheye ache. Ami vablam jodi chat kare gamcha’ta niye shore jai, tahole o dekhar agei…. Sharmistha ke dekhlam khub sundar lagchilo. Ekta sari poreche, chule’e clip, eyebrow pluck kora. Voi holo jodi o dekhe fele? Ami ready holam, mone vablam ei dinta’r janna kata lok pran dilo. Aj amar’o man bachano’r ladai. Aste aste pa tipe gamchar kache giye dadalam. Hotat jeta holo, seta shune mone holo paer tola theke mati shore jache. Nich theke bou chechiye uthlo, “Ei suncho. Uthe poro. Eto bela obdi ghumache!!! Eta bari office noi.” Sharmistha awaz ta shunte peyechilo mone holo. Sange sange janla’r dike mukh ghoralo. Amar heart beat bandho hoye elo. Dekhi or kopal kuchke ki jeno khub dekhar chesta korche. Ebar mone porlo, amar ghorta’te bhorer alo janla diye ese porchilo. Light off chilo. Alo adhari te bairer chokh dhadhano alor theke dekhte paoa ektu problem. Ami Sharmistha’r ekebare sojasuji obosthai puro langto hoye. Amar pa jeno jame geche. Evabe thakle ar kichu’kon pore or chokh soye jabe. Andhakar’e ekta langto lok dekhte pabe. Ami vablam jadi ekdom static thaki tahole nischoi andhakare amake differentiate korte parbe na. Nishash bondho kore fellam. Dekhlam or chokh duto aste aste boro hoye gelo. Jeno prithibi’r sabtheke boro wonder dekhe feleche. Or mukhe dekhlam ektu hasir rekha fute uthche. Ami khub disciplined master chilam. Pora na parlei kan mule ditam. Emon master’ke jadi kono meye langto dekhe felle, moja pabei. Hotat dekhlam o jibh bar kore thot’tar opor bolate laglo. chul’er clip ta khule dilo. Ore chul’ta dheu’er moto buker opor ekshe porlo. Ei dekhe amar nunku ta aste aste…. vishon chesta koreo atkate parlam na. Meyeder ei astre’r kache sab purush’i bacha. Nunku ta puro khada hoye dadiye gelo. Janla’r roddur tao amar dike ghure jache. Jeno puro prithibi’ta sarajantro kore amai langto kore sabai’ke dekhate chaiche. Ebar dekhi o mukh tipe haste shuru korlo. Mone holo jeno sab man-samman mati’te mishe jache. Hotat dekhi o nichu holo. Sange sange ami pechon dik’e gamcha niye ghure dariye dekhi Meyeta ek angul’e ekta gamcha tule mukh’ta ta chucholo kore chuk-chuk kore tease korche. Bojha gelo ar labh nei. Sarbanash ja hawar chilo hoye geche. Amar ghar het hoye gelo. Sudhu ektai asha, je mukh ta’r opor kono alo ese poreni. Hoito pore manage kora jabe. Ekhono hoito sujog ache. Jadi sare jawa jai. Hotat bou ghare ese dhuklo. “Eki gamcha niye ki korcho?” Tarpor amar mukh dekhe bujhlo kichu ekta hoyeche. Janla’r samne astei sab bujhte parlo. Ektu hasi hasi ar maya’mesano mukh kore amar dike takiye, janla ta adal kore daralo . Ebar bou ar Sharmistha mukhomukhi. “Kire Sharmi, eto seje guje kothai?” Bou pas katanor jonno bollo. “Kakima, school e ekta program ache, tai ready hochchilam. Kaku kothai?” mishti kore Sharmishtha bollo. “Kaku to ektu agei beriye geche office’e. Keno re.” Bou’er kathai jeno amar pran firlo shorire. “Oi ghare kake jeno dekhlam, kakima.” Mone holo jeno katha’ta bole hasi chaplo meyeta. “O acha, amar bhaipo, esche’re kichudin age. Tor theke ektu boro. Ei ghorei ghumachilo.” Bou’er katha sune mone holo or ektu biswas holo. Duto meye ekhon amar bhagyo contol korche. “Tui chul badhisni?” Bou’er kathai jeno kichu’ta sandeho chilo. “Bedhechilam kakima, khule geche. Apni ektu bedhe deben?” Amar bou bhalo hairdresser chilo. Shune amar heartbeat abar bere gelo. Tar mane meyeta ebar amader bari asbe? “Chole ai, ami free achi.” Bole bou amar dike fire mukh tipe haste laglo. Sharmistha sore geche dekhlam. “Ema, sat sakale oto tuku meyer samne tumi….” bole Bou hasite khil khil kore fete porlo. “ki lajja, ki lajja.” haste hastei bollo. “Gamcha’ta nite giye naki? Dekhecho bou’er katha na shunle ki hoi. Langto hoyei to niche namte parte. Meyeta to asche, darja’ta ei obosthai khule dio. Ar to lajja peye labh nei.” Tarpor amar mukh dekhe ektu kache ese amar chul e hat buliye bollo. “Eto anander bepar. Dekho to ekhono ota dadiye ache. Ektu parei Kusum asbe. Onek programme ajke. Evabe lajja pele habe?” Bou’er adore ami sab bhul’e bollam. “Onek din tomake…..” Sange sange rage bou jale uthlo. Amar kan mule diye bollo, “Eto sahas tomar, amake kina naked hote bolcho. Bhule jeo na, ami chailei ekhuni arekbar Sharmi’ke deke….” Ami or pa dhore bollam,”I’m sorry. Please, erokom korona. ” Bou ektu shanto hoye bollo. “Er jonno tomake sasti pete habe. Jao, janala’r samne giye kan dhore 50 bar uthbos koro. Sabai dekhuk badite ke master.” Ami konorokome bollam, “Kintu Sharmistha jodi…” amake thamiye o bollo. “Ja bolchi koro, nahole o ele or samne….” Ami chat kore hisab korlam O hoito berieche bari theke, rasta cross kore amader bari floor e aste pach minute lagbe. tai voi nei. Janla’r samne giye uthbos korte laglam. Hotat shunte pelam, ghare Sharmistha jeno phone’e karo sange katha bolche,”Biswas kor satti mone holo jeno.” Bou amar uthbos dekhche ar or katha shune hasche. Mone holo landline’e call esche. Ota or gharer koner dike. Ami prarthana korlam jeno phone ta cut na hoi, nahole o abar janla’r kache ese… Dekhi katha bolte bolte janla’r kache ese, pechon dik kore helan diye dadalo. He bhagoban, mobile. Eibar jodi pechon fere tahole dekhbe master langto hoye…. Uthbos shuru korar somoi, nunku ta choto hoye gechilo, ekhon abar boro hoye geche. Protyek bar uthe daranor samai, laphiye uthche. O bolche sunlam, “Kakimar kotha’ta thik biswas holo na. Aaj to chutir din, office to bandho. Acha, tui janis, badite erokom kore keu…..Ki bolli? CFNM. seta ki? ….. ema, ja kije bolis na. Erokom hoi naki. Koi ma to kokhono….” bole ghure daralo. Ami bose parlam, kintu mone holo jeno….”Ektu hold kor to. Abar koreche monehoi. Kakur no. ta dial korchi. Mobile ring holei bojha jabe kaku kothai. Ja, ki bolchis… nangto kaku,ish…” bole phone ta kete dilo. Takiye dekhi, amar phone ta khater opor’e pore ache, bou’er hater nagale. Kintu Ipsita hat duto bhaj kore helan diye dadiye muchki muchki hasche. Ami phis phis kore bollam, “Please, ota silent koro.” Bou’er hasi ar thame na. Ipsita bollo”aro dubar baki, o mukh nichu kore dial korche. Kore nao.” Ami sab sahas niye chokh bondho kore kan dhore uthe dadiye bose porlam. “Ema…” Sharmistha’r gala shunte pelam. Ami kede fellam prai. Eto’ta opomanito jibone hoini. Ipsita hese uthe bollo, ” Ki lajuk tumi. Takiye dekho, kichu hoini. Or phone ta slip kore phuler tabe pore geche. Ar ekta.” Ami ektu matha uthiye dekhlam, Sharmistha hat dhukiye phone ta ber korche. Ebar ar voi nei. Chat kore kan dhore dadatei…. Sharmistha ekdom amar mukhomukhi. Kintu or chauni dekhe ektu onno rokom laglo. Monehoi, dekhchena. Asole khub mon diye hat dhukiye khujche ar anamonoshko hoye edike takiye ache. Ami bostei bhule gelam. Kotokhon ebave or samne langto dariye chilam mone nei. Hotat dekhi, or je hat’ta adale chilo, sei hate oi phonta. Amar payer tolar mati jeno sore gelo. Tar mane o etokhon dhore ja ghtchilo seta video korchilo !!!!!!!! – Lajjai mukh nichu hoye gelo, dekhi nunku ta ager motoi khara hoye geche. Rod pore glans ta chakchak korche. Janla’r theke aste kore sore gelam. Ei’vabe opomanito howatai ki seshe lekha chilo. Ipsita hoito bepar ta dekheni. Mobile ta amar hate die bollo. “switch off kore diechi. Taratari hat, mukh ar ota dhuye niche ese breakfast ready koro. Ami ektu opara theke bazar kore aschi.” Tarpor kaner kache mukh ene fisfis kore bollo, “Kusum ele’o ki eivabei thakbe eta?” bole amar nunku ta ek angul die duliye diye chole gelo. Ami dekhi bou ar amar langto bepar ta ke pattai diche na. Jeno etai normal. Tomra jara vabcho, ami kono protest korchi na keno, tara jama pant pore eta vabcho. Ami’o ekdin jama pant portam, tomader moto. Sei somoi amio kono injustice holei protest kortam, kintu ekta manush langto thakle chinta vabnai bodle jai. Protidin jodi ekjon achna meyer samne langto hote hoi, nijer baditei langto hoye ghure berate hoi, tahole se ki ar protest korar sahas pabe? Chele’ra langto thakle samasto khamatao ga theke neme jai. Meyeder seta’tei anando. Ar amader samne je jinis ta jhulche, seta kapod charlei meyeder katha moto chole, tate ora aro tripti pai. Jodio’ amake langto kore rakhar jonno kichu cost bede gechilo, jemon janla dorja’r curtains kinte hoyechilo ar bazar dokano bou’kei korte hoto, tobu etuku kharcha jekono meye’i korbe karon badale puro khamata’ta oder hater muthoi. Sharmistha amar meyer boyoshi. Parai ar shob kota meye jante deri hobe na, je Ipsita’di tar bor’ke langto kore rakhe. Lajjai amar chokh diye jol beriye gelo. Tokhono amar nunku ta hawai dulche. Hotat dekhi sei janla diye ekta kagoz’er tukro ese porlo. Ami seta tule niyei dekhi ja andaz korechilam tai, Sharmistha’r lekha. “Sir, ami jani, Ipsita’di apnake aj ar kono rokom jama kapod porte diche na. Apni aj barite sampurno anabrito hoye meyeder samne ghure berate baddho. Prothom’ta biswas na holeo ekhuni ja dekhlam tate amar jibon palte gelo. Apni amar jibone dekha, prothom NENGTO chele(nengto master o, jeta hoito prithibite prothom dekhar saubhgyo amar), jodio age chobite bondhuder kache dekhechi kintu LIVE ei prothom. Eibar bujhlam, keno didi apnake lengto kore rakhe; satti’e apnake jama pant chada khub sundar lage, specially apni excited thakle…. Apni amar kan mule dile bishon rag hoto, aj apnaki ei obosthai dekhe khusite amar mon’ta bhore gelo. Erpor pora na bojhate parle kintu….Ami jani apni khub voi pachen je ami sabai ke bole debo, kintu apnar voi pabar kono karon nei. Ami jani apni amar jonno anek upakar korechen. Apnar jonnoi ami eto valo result korechi. Apna’der barite onekdin ekla porte gechi, kintu apni kono advantage neor chesta korenni. Ar kichudin porei hoito college’e admission niye onno kothao chole jabo. Ar dekha hobe na. Ami chaina keo apnake opoman karuk. Kintu etao jani, apni Ipsita’di katha mene langtoi thakben, karon apni Ipsita’di ke valobashen. Ar tar janno apnake ami sammano kori, se apni LANGTO thakleo. Sudhu ektai request, apni arekbar janla’r samne oivabe asun. Amar camerat’e ekta chobi tule rakhbo. Biswas karun, ar kauke dekhabo na, sudhu kono nirjan dupure jakhan onek dure thakbo, takhan ei chabi’ta dekhe apnar kotha mone porbe. Amar request rakhben to? Jodi yes hoi tahole janla’r ekta palla bandho kore khule din. Porar por kagoz ta puriye felun. Porte porte chokhe jal ese gechilo, kintu seshta pore abar voi korte laglo. Jodi’o Sharmistha valo meye tabe, jodi amar langto photo sabai’ke dekhiye dei, tahole? Kintu o ichche korle bepar’ta ratiye diteo pare. Amar sundari student amake langto dekhte chaiche! eirokom aj porjonto kokhono kono master’er hoyeche kina jani na. Kintu meyeta’r request ta phela jai na. Eto meye amake jor kore langto kore diche, ar ei meyeta eto sundar kore request koreche, seta deny korbo? Thik korlam, oke ekta sujog debo, kintu only for 5 minutes. Uthe dadiye or kathamoto’n janla diye signal dilam. Hotat mone holo. Eki korchi, amar ki matha gelo? Ei tuku meyer samne langto hoye thakbo? Kintu etao thik sunday oke hoito amake langto hoyei parate habe. Bola jai na hoito oke diyei Ipsita amake langto korate pare. Abar arek dike sab kapor jama to lock kora ar chabi’r gocha Ipsita’r komore jhulche; paoar kono chance nei. Ekhon’i or samne langto hole ekta santana thakbe je ei meyer kache agei amar abru geche. Natun kore lajja pabar kichu nei. Kintu Ipsita abar bepar ta dhore phelbe na to? Pach minute kete gelo. Letter ta lighter diye jalate giye theme gelam. Mone holo amar jama kapod’o keu jeno agun diye jaliye diche. Amar nunku ta ekhon sabar kache free entertainment. Hotat, arekta kagazer tukro paer kache ese porlo. Dekhi lekha: Pach minute’r modhye toiri hoye, janla’r samne chole asun ar ha gaye ektu tel mekhe asun, specially nunku’ta te, ami sunlight er reflection ta dhore rakhte chai. Kane hat dile aro valo hoi. Ektu kan dhore uthbos kore warm-up kore nin. Ami camera ready korchi. Uff, ki excited lagche na! O ha, tel lagano’r somoi ekdom oisob noi kemon. Nahole, Ipsita’dir kache amake boka khete hobe. Kagoz’ta pore ami ekdom stunned hoye gelam. Eivabe kholakhuli amar sabtheke gopon jaigata niye katha bolche. Obosho, ar monehoi, ota gopon noi. Amake chara prithibi’r sab meye ota niye khela korte pare. Vebe chokhe jal ese gelo. Eto opomaner poreo kadte parchi vebeo obak holam. Oituku meye amake bacha’der moto langto hoye tel makhte bolche. Kintu ar na shunei ba ki habe. Langto jodi or samne daratei hoi, tahole ektu tel mekhe sundar hoye jaoai bhalo. Uthe pore washroom e giye gaye tel makhlam, nunku’te tel ditei ota khada hoye uthlo. Konorokom’e nijeke atkalam, karon langto thakle ei bepar gulo ar adal thake na. Sharmistha na holeo Ipsita dhore felbei. Tarpor ghore ese kan dhore uthbos start korlam. Ekbar kore korchi, ar kaste jeno buk fete jache. Jei meyeta pora na parle kan mola kheto amar kache, aj kina tar samnei….Ekbar uki mere dekhi Sharmistha camera set up korche. Or chul’ta ekhono khola. Jeno amar langto photo na tule o chul badhbe na. Hotat o chokh tule amake dekhe mukh tipe hese uthlo. Ami lajjai sore aschi dekhe, o ragi ragi ekta ishara korlo. Tarpor ki ekta mone portei chulta te hat buliye matha sundar kore ghoralo, ar puro chulta or buker opor ager moto ese porlo. Ekta chuler lock kapal theke gal’er opor ese poreche( jetake zulf bole Hindi’te) Hat badiye ekta lipstick niye thot ta sundar vabe magenta color korlo, tarpor amake ishara kore samne aste bollo. Eisob dekhe ami jeno mantramukdho hoye gechilam. Aste aste janlar samne ese dadatei, dekhi o chokh namiye amar nunku ta dekhlo. Or mukhe ekta misti hasi. Vishon lajja korte laglo. Hat diye samne’ta dhaka dilam. Hotat oi lipstick ta janla die chudlo amar dike. Ami ota dhorar jonno nunku theke hat shariye laph dilam. Puro langto hoye laphatei, nunku ta tao laphiye uthlo. Ami daranor pareo mone holo, tokhono ota lapache. O konorokom’e hasi atke amake ishara ekta ishara korlo, jeta bujhte pere amar mukh lal hoye gelo. Amar nunku ta dekhiye o thot’er opor angul rakhlo, tarpor arekta lipstick niye ishara korlo. Bujhlam o chaiche lipstick ta niye amar nunku’r opor ektu buliye dite. Ami lajjai ekebare jeno mati’te mise gelam. Tobe etodur egiye ar pechano jai na. Man samman sab bhule lipstick er cap ta khullam. Mone holo ei jinistar’o ekta cap ache, kintu amar… Tarpor ar or dike na takiye nunku’r opore skin ta’r(foreskin) opor lipstick bolate laglam. Ektu agei eita or thot’er sporsho peyeche. Mone holo jeno amar nunku ta teo or thot’er choa laglo. “Ota noi, sudhu glans ta.” Shune chamke takiye dekhi, o kathata bole lajjai mukh tipe hasche. Eto sundor ekta meyer samne ulanga hoye dariye thakte thakte ghore lege gechilo, abar mukh namiye glans er opor stick ta bolate laglam. Nunku ta ekdom khara chilo bole, glans ta puropuri beriye poreche. Kichukhon pore nunku’r daga’tao lalche hoye gelo. Ebar bujhlam O keno erokom korte bollo. Lajjai amar mukhta ta lal hoye gechilo, kintu nunku ta tulonai ektu fade lagchilo. Ebar amar nunku ar mukh . dutoi prai same complexion mone holo. Click kore ekta awaz hotei bujhte parlam amar sabtheke lajjajanok muhurto’tar chobi o tule nilo. Tele lipstick makhamakhi hoye nunku’ta jeno alote glow gorche. Hotat shunlam o ektu keshe uthlo. Mukh tultei dekhlam o ishara kore thamte bollo, ar lipstick tar dike ishara korlo. Ami cap’ta atke ota abar or dike chude dilam. O lipstick ta catch kortei, or buk’ta dule uthlo, ar amar nunku ta aro khara hoye gelo. Sharmistha ektu dushtu vabe ishara korlo, “naughty boy”. Tarpor buker kapod ta ektu tule lipstick ta or cleavage’er modhye fele diye diye ishara korlo je ota ekta souvenir hoye thakbe. Kivabe samai katchilo jani na, kintu hotat dekhi o komore hat diye ragi ragi mukh korche. Ami bujhte pere kan’e hat dilam. O Camera ta tule onekkhon dhore focus korlo. Amar jeno ar kono hus chilo na, je langto hoye tel mekhe nunku te lal rang kore dariye achi. Camera shutter awaz hotei amar ghor kete gelo. Dekhi amar sab kichu cemara’te bondi kore, o jiv kete hasche. Sei hashite jeno biswojayer anando. Ami ebar ar dadate parlam na. Abar lajja peye samne’ta adal korlam. Ebar o jore hese uthlo, jeno bolche, ar ki baki thaklo sab’e to khola, ekhono lojja. Dhop kore matite bose porlam, ar nijer bokami te matha thuke kadte icha holo. Sunte pelam, Sharmistha khil- khil kore hasche. Hotat jore hawa ditei, kagoz duto janla’r kache ude gelo. Voi peye ami laph dilam dhorar jonno, kintu tar agei dekhi ogulo hawa’te udte udte Mrs. Chatterjee’r flat’er chate giye porlo. Chat’e onek gulo meyer golar awaz paoa jache … Erpor eto gulo meyer samne…..Ish, ami ar kichu vabte parchi na. Kagoz ta giye portei meyegulo “eta ki, dekhi dekhi” bole chechiye uthlo. Janlar kachei dadiye chilam. Amar chardikta jeno dulte laglo. Mone porlo kagoz’e jodio amar nam nei kintu Ipsita’r nam lekha ache, tai ekbar porlei sabai bujhe jabe bepar’ta. Hotat, mone portei dekhi Sharmistha amar dike takiye muchki muchki hasche. Amake o ishara korlo shanto thakte, o manage kore nebe, bole janla theke sore gelo. Amar matha ar kaj korche na. Ekhuni hoito bou ese porbe. Or samne ei lal nunku, niye kivabe mukh dekhabo? Mone portei washroom er dike chutlam. Giye shower khule gaye bhalo kore shaban dilam, nunku’te onekhon dhare shaban ghoslam, kintu lipstick er dagta glans theke kichutei jachena. Ipsita’r bole geche or permission chara kono tampering kora mana(nunku’te). Edike saban deoate, abar ota khara hoye gelo. Ekebare jeno amake beijjot korei chadbe. Hotat, bell beje uthlo. Amar heart attack howar obostha. Kono rokome ga muche, langto hoye niche doudalam. Ekjon officer nijer baditei langto hoye chotachuti korche. Loke dekhle ki vab’be. Dorja kholar agei glass die ja dekhlam, tate mone holo ami agyan hoye jabo. It’s Kusum. Amar pa kapte laglo. Ajke abar bhalo kore seje esche. Chule sundar khopa kora. Ei meyer samne amake…… Hotat, mone porlo, Ipsita’r hoito phirte deri hobe. Tahole… chute giye gown ta pore nilam. Sab sahas niye dorja’ta khultei, Kusum amake dekhe ektu chomke gelo. Amar matha theke pa ekbar dekhe niye bollo, “Boudi bolechilo, badite apni….. Tahole, ota mithe kotha chilo. Ami ki mukh dekhe free’te kaj korbo naki?” Or katha shune opomane amar kan lal hoye gelo. Ami kichu bolar agei bollo, “Oi magi’ta tahole amake boka banachilo. Ami takhani sandeho korechilam, emon hoi naki. Barir marad’ke….” bole o hata lagalo. Ami khub voi peye gelam. Ipsita jante parle kurukhetra bedhe jabe. Ami bolte gelam, Kusum ami langtoi thaki badite, kintu gola diye awaz berolo’na. Dorja bandho kore mone holo, e ki holo amar sange. Eto taka income koreo ki, badite ektu samman pabo na? Gown ta porei sofa’te bose porlam. Nunku’ta to ekhono lal, ki kora jai. Hotat dekhi makhan’er jarta table’r opor rakha. Ipsita bolechilo….. Daude giye jar ta khullam. Gown khule onekta makhan niye glans’er opor ekta layer diye dilam. Eibar ar kono bhoi nei. Abar bell beje uthlo. Bhulei gechilam ami langto. Oi obosthai dorja khulte jetei mone porlo, kintu anek deri hoye geche. Takiye dekhi Ipsita. “Oma, ki sweet lagche go tomake. Sonamoni?” Or hate onekgulo plastic, amake sab dhariye dilo. Ekta plastic amar khara nunku’tate jhuliye dilo. Ami chamke giye charpashe dekhlam. “Ekhono eto lajja?” bole o mukh chapa die hese uthlo. Hotat mone holo nunku ta jeno nije thekei lapache. Niche takiye ja dekhlam amar nishas bondho hoye elo. Oi plastic e jento mach laphache. Duhat bhora bajarer thole, plastic ta felteo parchi na Ipsita’r samne. Amar ei obosthai o aro hasche. Ami vabchi kotokhone o dhukbe, dorja ekhono khola. “Tumi bhetore jao, ami diye debo. ” Ami langto hoye sab plastic niye kitchen e gelam. Ekpa felchi ar mach gulo aro laphache, voi amar pran jai jai. Sink e plastic ta rekhe ektu santi holo. Kintu, ekhono to to dorja bandher awaz pelam na. “Shuncho, edike eso” Ipsita’r gola shunte pelam, ebar dorja bandho holo. “Ei document ta te ektu sign kore dao to.Gopa dilo” bole bou ekta kagoz badiye dilo. Pore ami chokhe tara dekhlam. Lekha ache: The Kolkata CFNM society, Declaration from men I henceforth give up all my claims to modesty at the party to be organized by the society. I would remain naked at the occasion on this auspicious day from the arrival to departure of every guest at the party.Every women present of all age group and status, shall have full authoriy to indulge in me and my private(?) parts. This may include fondling, caressing or activities of such nature, to the point of reaching climax, but short of ejaclation which shall be the exclusive domain of my wife. She can exercise this right at her will or delegate this task to someone else other than anyone of same sexual status as me. I will carry out any task given to me by any girl or woman, even if it disregards my status or elevates my nudity. I declare all of myself a tool of enjoyment for the female species of the planet. Also, my privates may be rechristened by some other name, although the final approval must be from my wife. I shall respond to any such name for all time to come. The organizer may include any girl or woman and regardless of any concern whether she is acqainted to me or not. Eta pore amar choke jal ese gelo. Vebechilam ontoto choto meyeder samne…. kintu eto jekono meyei attend korte pare. Etodur porjonto namte hobe. Ipsita sudhu ekta pen badiye dilo tarpor gharir dike takiye bollo, “Eto bela holo, Kusum elona, ki bepar.” Ami voi peye sange sange kagoz ta te soi kore dilam. O khusi hoye bollo, “Sharmi samne jaoar por tumi khub bhadralok hoye gele dekchi!” Hotat telephone beje uthlo, “Dekho to ke?” bole o phone ta dekhalo. Ami tultei jeno hadd heem hoye gelo, Kusum koreche. Ami bou’er dike egiye dilam. “Ha, Kusum bol, tui elina?” aste aste or mukh ta rage lal hoye gelo. Hotat chokhe porlo table’er opor onekgulo lollipop rakha ache. Ektu obak holam, egulo keno anlo bou? Mistimukh korte? Ekhon ar hoito habe na. Phone kete diye bollo. “How dare you disobey my orders! Stand up.” Ami voi peye dadiye uthe chokh bondho kore fellam. “Tomake ami emon sasti debo je jibone ar jama pant porte chaibe na.” Bou gorje uthlo. Ami bollam “ektu aste bolo, sabai sune felbe.” O aro rege bollo”Shunuk, sabai. Amar samne eso.” Ami or samne jetei o lollipop er wrapper ta chadiye nunku’r makhan ta tule dilo. Ami vablam ebar kapale dukho ache. Lal dagata beriye jabe, kintu o kichu bolche na dekhe niche takalam. Dekhi makhan’er sange lipstick er dagta uthe geche. O molayam kore hat bolate laglo amar nunku’r opor hat bulotei arame chokh buje elo; shange shange ota khara. Hoito or rag pore geche. Hotat ektu shurshuri lagtei niche takiye ja dekhlam tate amar heartbeat stop hoye gelo. O lollipop’er er straw ta amar nunku’r phuto diye….. Eijonno o amar nunku’ta ador korchilo. “Please, Ipsita, ar konodin korbo na. I love you. Please, eta koro na.” Or mukhe nisthur ekta hasi. Amar chokh diye jal porche ar aste aste lollipop er straw ta nunku’r modhe dhuke jache. Vishon jala korche, mone hoche jeno ar konodin…. Prai purota dhukei diye Ipsita khil khil kore haste laglo. Ami takiye dekhi, nunku’r mukhe lollipop er candy chara ar kichu dekha jache na. Chokh theke dufota jal nunku’r opor porlo. Ipsita arekta lollipop niye payer opor pa tule khete laglo. Ami duhat jod kore or samne dadiye khama chaichi. O moneholo mone mone bolche, “Tomar vogoban ekhon ami.” Kichuta lollipop kheye O uthe daralo. Amar matha theke par puro’ta inspection kore pechon dike gelo. Tarpor jeta holo boltei matha kata jache. Amar pacha fak kore oi lollipop ta mukh theke ber kore dhokate laglo….”Please, please, ar konodin disobey korbona..” kintu aste aste bujhlam amar sab marjada neme jache ar thanda moto ekta amar pechone dhuke jache. Ipsita ektu dure giye amar dike takiye haste haste sofate goriye porlo.